Let’s Hope It Ends With Dessert, Not Divorce

I am a waitress in a fine-dining restaurant. A couple comes in and are sat by the hostess. I notice that their body language is cool; they are sat close yet turn away from each other.

When I approach, as usual, I ask if it’s a special occasion.

Man: “Yeah, it’s our wedding anniversary.”

Me: “Amazing! How many years?”

Woman: *Disinterested, yet angry.* “Six years too many.”

Wow. Try following that up with “what dressing would you like on your salad?”